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Please Speak to Me (Not my Non-Disabled Companion)

As those of you who follow/read this blog will know, the primary purpose of my site is to share my poetry. I do, however sometimes blog about more personal matters and today is one of those rare occasions on which I shall do so.

 

Yesterday (Saturday 24 September) I went for my 4th Covid jab (booster). Being blind, and the vaccination centre being some distance away, a friend kindly took me in her car.

 

The centre was offering both the Covid booster and a flue jab for those entitled to receive one.

 

When it came to my turn to be vaccinated, the person giving the vaccinations asked my sighted friend  why I was entitled to receive the flu jab. I answered that I am diabetic (people with diabetes are entitled to free flu jabs in the UK), and the vaccination against Covid and Flu was given.

 

The above incident reminded me of another case where a member of station staff asked a sighted work colleague with whom I was traveling “does he need any help?”.

 

In both cases the people putting the question to my companions where assuming that I was unable to speak for myself. This is a highly patronising and erroneous assumption as I and the vast majority of other disabled people are perfectly able to answer for ourselves.

 

Both incidents are ironic as had I been unaccompanied the individuals putting the questions would have had no alternative other than to address me directly, which is, of course as it should be.

 

Having visited both China and Sri Lanka, I am aware that those nations (and many other countries) do not have the facilities for people with disabilities which are available in the United Kingdom. However, this fact in no way excuses the patronising attitudes adopted by a minority of individuals. This is particularly the case in the NHS where all staff should be provided with disability awareness training.

 

The vast majority of those employed in the NHS do an excellent job (often under extremely difficult circumstances). However, the minority who adopt patronising attitudes needs to be addressed.

 

Disabled people are human beings and deserve to be treated with the same respect as are non-disabled fellow citizens.

 

On Hearing Birdsong

On hearing birdsong

I am glad

That I am here

To hear

Their sad, glad song.

 

 

We die

And our love

Dies with us.

 

 

No, it lives on

When we are gone

In those we love.

 

 

And the birds

Sing on

With no care

For where

We have gone.

 

There Was a Young Lady of Bangkok

There was a young lady of Bangkok

Who collected many a fine gentleman’s sock.

Some men lost their shoes

Whilst drunk on strong booze,

But most of them lost a sock.

The Affair that Almost Was

When a young lady named Flair

Said, “would you like an affair?”.

I said, “I’m full of anticipation.

But its busy in Paddington station.

And it might upset the bear!”.

 

(Anyone familiar with London’s Paddington station will be aware that a statue of Paddington bear stands near to platform 1).

The Importance of Discretion

I met a young lady with petite feet

Who said, “please promise you will be discreet”.

I went back with Grace

To her sweet little place.

She lives at 7, such and such street …

I Met a Young Lady Named Ling

I met a young lady named Ling

And enjoyed a bit of a fling.

All went real well

Then, sad to tell,

Ling suggested I buy her a ring …!

Kevin Morris Poet, new TikTok videos

 

Today I have recorded the following videos of me reading my new poems.

‘The Owl’ by Kevin Morris

‘Early Autumn Morning’ by Kevin Morris

‘When a young Lady who is divine’ by Kevin Morris

‘I see sunlight’ by Kevin Morris

‘When I die’ by Kevin Morris

Early Autumn Morning

In the early morning

Few birds I heard.

In the distance

Vehicles passed by.

 

 

On such autumn mornings

I have no resistance

To thoughts of mortality.

 

 

But half dark

Turns to light

And I must

Shake off dust.

 

 

But autumn

Must come

And leaves fall.

When a Young Lady Who is Divine

When a young lady who is divine

Came round to mine with some wine,

It ended in the lake

With a large cream cake,

And the vicar at just gone 9 …!